I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2010-02-17 07:42:24 | 74.20 | |
| 797 | 2010-02-13 07:09:54 | 72.37 | |
| 144 | 2010-01-09 12:31:59 | 65.45 | |
| 142 | 2010-01-09 12:29:48 | 67.69 | |
| 52 | 2010-01-02 11:12:36 | 66.52 | |
| 51 | 2010-01-02 11:11:21 | 50.35 | |
| 3 | 2008-12-13 12:43:47 | 63.08 |